EFB*

*emergency flower blip. I do like to gild the lily, or in this case bugger the begonia.
Banging headache today, a bit of a down day with even Africa a sludgy brown colour. Never mind, tomorrow should be better. Here's a sad song.


I've had many times I can tell you,
Times when innocence I'd trade for company.
And children saw me cryin',
I thought I'd had my share of that.
But these Miss You Nights...
Midnight diamonds stud my heaven,
Southward burning like the jewels that line her place.
And the warm winds that embrace me,
Just as surely kissed your face,
Yet these Miss You Nights,
Are the longest.
(How I miss you) How I miss you
I'm not likely to tell,
I'm a man, and the cold daylight
Buys the pride I'd rather sell.
(All my secrets) All my secrets
Are a wasted affair,
You know them well.
Thinkin' of my goin',
How to cut the thread and leave it all behind.
Looking moonward for my compass
I take each day as it arrives.
(Lay down) Lay down all thoughts of your surrender,
It's only me who's killin' time.
(Play down) Play down all dreams once remembered.
It's just the same, this miss-you game.
These Miss You Nights
Are Forever (They're forever....)